My heart’s desire

My life has changed since I spoke to you last.

My GP had been nagging me for years to take statins for high cholesterol and I kept making my usual rash promises to lose weight and adjust my diet. I did the usual, lose weight (10kg over 2 years) and put most of it (8kg) back on.

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Last year, when my cholesterol refused to come down, I decided maybe I better take her advice. But first I asked to have a scan of my heart for calcium deposits. I’d heard that was a good way to judge the risk of heart disease. Because if I had no risk, I wouldn’t go on the statins.

My GP kindly wrote me a referral. I had to pay for it myself for Medicare didn’t cover it unless one was in a hospital or referred by a specialist. I was surprised when the cost was less than $A200 for an aged pensioner.

Money well spent. I was in the medium to high risk category, which should not have surprised me. My mum has a stent, my brother died of heart disease, and both my grandfathers.

After a trip to a Cardiologist, and an immediate start on statins, I was booked into our regional hospital day surgery for an angiogram with a possible stent. They found four blockages but only two merited serious attention it seems, probably because of their location. The findings generated a conference to decide what to do.

The panel decided to opt for longevity and quality of life vs a quick fix. I was put on the waiting list for a double, possible triple, bypass at Victoria’s new dedicated Heart Hospital in Clayton, run by Monash Health.

I had a triple bypass in February, giving me a refurbished heart for my 70th birthday. There was jovial talk of a cake. Never happened. I recovered extremely well, probably because it wasn’t an emergency situation. I did my cardiac rehab but have since let the exercising lapse over winter.

Spring didn’t see me exactly spring into action either.

My cholesterol is in the normal range but I’m no longer a normal person. My cardiologist wants it lower. If I can’t get it lower with diet by January β€” I can’t really believe my GP gave me the chance to do it that way β€” I have to have injection/s. Until I went to cardiac rehab and got a bit of education on the matter, I thought I was fixed. It doesn’t work that way.

I’m working out my goals for 2026. They will involve diet, exercise, getting my household in order, and writing. Not necessarily in that order.

My heart’s desire is to finish this book series I started.

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So… a quick word from Christine

I have a comment from Kevin R., waiting for approval. I spotted it eventually for I was in one of my inbox-ignoring phases β€” such lapses are happening with alarming frequency lately.

I logged in at my WordPress dashboard and was greeted with the Daily Writing Prompt:

What’s something you believe everyone should know.

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So, I want you to know I am still alive.

See…

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Christine, September 2023

I also want you to know that I have not abandoned my book series.

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A mind-set breakthrough!

This morning I spent a fair chunk of time trawling through every introduction in the Facebook Group for the 10,000 words challenge. Glad to see a few Aussies and at least one Kiwi there.

I was replying to an introduction where they mentioned having written lots of novels, none of which they particularly liked. They were going to change direction and write in a different genre, hoping to discover something that would get them a better following. I made a comment about writing what you love, because that extra spark in your words is what will resonate with readers.

And then it hit me.

The WHY behind my abandonment of Cladessa.

Those who have followed me a long time might recall I originally set out to panster my way through 120,000 words for my first novel. Some way along the path, I resorted to plotting. And then, probably because I’d lost my way, I decided to split the novel into two books, bringing the first half up to 80,000 words, ending at a natural break point.

And, instead of the serious fantasy which I intended to write, I ended up with a romantic fantasy soap opera.

When I drafted book two, I forced it to fit into much the same outline I’d prepared years beforehand.

Today, I finally realised why the fully-revised book two still felt wrong.

I’d broken the promise to my readers when I took the story to a dark, dark place. I thank my lucky stars that I’ve never published so much as a word of it.

Fortunately, the planned ending is still the perfect ending for Cladessa. But the path to there will be a new one. Excitement is growing in the pit of my stomach.

And that can only be a good thing.

A great thing! πŸ’•